I came nigh marryin" a feller who"s got a swell horse ranch way up in Canada, through Rube bein" slow. Guess Rube was the man for me, though, all through. But, you see, I couldn"t ask him to marry me. Mussy on us, he was slow!"
"Did you have to help him out, Ma?"
"Help him? Did you ever know a gal who didn"t help her "beau" out? Boy, when a gal gets fixed on a man he"s got a job if he"s goin" to get clear.
Unless he"s like my Rube--ter"ble slow."
"That"s how you"re sizin" me now," said Seth, with a short laugh.
Ma Sampson worked on a.s.siduously.
"Maybe you"re slow in some things, Seth," she ventured, after a moment"s thought.
"See here, Ma, I"ve always reckoned we"d get yarnin" like this some day.
It "ud please you an" Rube for me to marry Rosebud. Wal, you an" me"s mostly given to talkin" plain. An" I tell you right here that Rosebud ain"t for the likes o" me. Don"t you think I"m makin" out myself a poor sort o" cuss. "Tain"t that. You know, an" I know, Rosebud belongs to mighty good folk. Wal, before ther"s any thought of me an" Rosebud, we"re goin" to locate those friends. It"s only honest, Ma, and as such I know you"ll understand. Guess we don"t need to say any more."
Mrs. Sampson had ceased working, and sat peering at her boy through her large spectacles. Seth"s look was very determined, and she understood him well.
She shook her head.
"Guess you"re reckoning out your side." She laughed slyly and went on darning. "Maybe Rosebud won"t thank you a heap when you find those friends. They haven"t made much fuss to find her."
"No, Ma. An" that"s just it."
"How?" The darning suddenly dropped into Mrs. Sampson"s lap.
"Maybe they were killed by the Injuns."
"You"re guessin"."
"Maybe I am. But----"
"What do you know, boy?" The old woman was all agog with excitement.
"Not a great deal, Ma," Seth said, with one of his shadowy smiles. "But what I do makes me want to write a letter. And a long one. An" that sort of thing ain"t easy with me. You see, I"m "ter"ble slow.""
Seth"s manner was very gentle, but very decided, and Ma Sampson did not need much explanation. She quietly stood up and gathered her belongings together.
"You get right to it, boy. What you do is right for me. I"ll say no more.
As my Rube says, ther" ain"t nothin" like livin" honest. An" so I says.
But if that letter"s goin" to lose you Rosebud, I"d take it friendly of Providence if it would kind o" interfere some. I"ll go an" sit with Rube, an" you can write your letter."
At last Seth turned to his letter in earnest. He first pulled out a piece of newspaper from his pocket and unfolded it. Then he laid it on the table, and carefully read the long paragraph marked by four blue crosses.
He wanted to make no mistake. As he had said himself, letter-writing wasn"t easy to him. He read thoughtfully and slowly.
"THE ESTATE OF THE LOST COLONEL RAYNOR
"Once more we are reminded of the mysterious disappearance of that distinguished cavalry officer, Colonel Landor Raynor. This reminder comes in the form of the legal proceedings relating to his estate.
"For the benefit of our readers, and also in the gallant officer"s own interests, we give here a recapitulation of the events surrounding his sudden disappearance.
"On May 18th, 18--, Colonel Raynor returned from service in Egypt, on six months" leave, and rented a shooting-box in the Highlands. Hardly had he settled down when he suddenly declared his intention of crossing the Atlantic for a big game shoot in the Rockies. This purpose he carried out within four days of his announcement, accompanied by Mrs. Raynor and their little daughter Marjorie, aged eleven, a golden-haired little beauty with the most perfect violet eyes, which is a very rare and distinguishing feature amongst women.
It has been clearly proved that the party arrived safely in New York, and proceeded on their way to the Rockies. Since that time nothing has been heard of any of the three.
"There is no definite p.r.o.nouncement as to the administration of Colonel Raynor"s estate. He owns large property, valued roughly at nearly a quarter of a million sterling. It has come to light that he leaves a will behind him, but whether this will be executed or not remains to be seen. There are no near relations, except the colonel"s brother, Stephen, who was disinherited by their father in favor of the colonel, and who, it is believed, left this country at the time, and went to the United States. His whereabouts are also unknown, in spite of advertis.e.m.e.nt during the last six years.
"We publish these details, even at this late hour, in the faint hope that some light may yet be thrown on the mystery which enshrouds the fate of the gallant colonel and his family, or, at least, that they may a.s.sist in discovering the whereabouts of his brother. Theories have been put forward. But the suggestion which seems most feasible comes from the New York police. They think he must have met with some accident in the obscurer mountains, for he was a daring climber, and that, unaccompanied as they were by any servants, his wife and daughter, left helpless, were unable to get back to civilization.
There is a chance that misfortune of some other character overtook him, but of what nature it is impossible to estimate. It has been a.s.serted by one of the officials at the railway station at Omaha that a party alighted from a transcontinental train there answering the description of Colonel Raynor"s party. These people are supposed to have stayed the night at a hotel, and then left by a train going north. Inquiry, however, has thrown no further light in this direction, and so the police have fallen back on their original theory."
Seth laid the cutting aside, and thoughtfully chewed the end of his pen.
There were many things he had to think of, but, curiously enough, the letter he had to compose did not present the chief item. Nor did Rosebud even. He thought chiefly of that railway official, and the story which the police had so easily set aside. He thought of that, and he thought of the Indians, who now more than ever seemed to form part of his life.
Finally he took a fresh piece of paper and headed it differently. He had changed his mind. He originally intended to write to the New York police.
Now he addressed himself to the Editor of the ----, London, England. And his letter was just the sort of letter one might have expected from such a man, direct, plain, but eminently exact.
As he finally sealed it in its envelope there was no satisfaction in the expression of his face. He drew out his pipe and filled it and lit it, and smoked with his teeth clenching hard on the mouthpiece. He sat and smoked on long after Rube had looked in and bade him good-night, and Ma had come in for a good-night kiss, and Rosebud had called out her nightly farewell.
It was not until the lamp burnt low and began to smell that he stole silently up to his bed. But, whatever thought had kept him up to this hour, he slept soundly, for he was a healthy-minded man.
CHAPTER XII
CROSS PURPOSES
Seth was out haying. It was noon, and his dinner hour. He and his old collie dog, General, were taking their leisure on the slope of Red Willow slough, while the horses, relieved of their bits and traces, were nibbling at the succulent roots of the gra.s.s over which the mower had already pa.s.sed.
General possessed a sense of duty. His master was apparently sleeping, with his prairie hat drawn over his face. The dog crouched at his feet, struggling hard to keep his eyes open, and remain alert while the other rested from his labors. But the sun was hot, the scent of the gra.s.s overpowering, and it was difficult.
At last the man roused and sat up. The dog sprang to his feet. His ears were p.r.i.c.ked, and he raced off across the slough. As he went, the sound of wheels became distinctly audible. Rosebud, seated in a buckboard, and driving the old farm mare, Hesper, appeared on the opposite side of the slough. She was bringing Seth his dinner.
A moment later the girl drew rein and sprang out of the vehicle. The heat in no way weighed upon her spirits. She looked as fresh and cool in her white linen dress and sun-hat as if it were an early spring day. Her laughing face was in marked contrast to the man"s dark, serious countenance. Her dazzling eyes seemed to be endowed with something of the brilliancy of the sunlight that was so intensely pouring down upon them.
"Oh, Seth, I"m so sorry!" she cried, in anything but a penitent tone, "but just as I was starting Wana came up with a note for you, and I"m afraid we stopped and talked, and you know what a dozy old mare Hesper is, and she just went slower than ever, and I hadn"t the heart to whack her, she"s such a dear, tame old thing, and so I"m ever so late, and I"m afraid your dinner"s all spoiled, and you"ll be horribly angry."
But Seth displayed no anger; he only held out his hand.
"An" the note?"
Rosebud thought for a moment. "Whatever did I do with it?" she said, looking about her on the ground. Seth watched her a little anxiously.
"Who was it from?" he asked.
"Oh, just the old Agent. I don"t suppose it was important, but I know I put it somewhere."
"Guess so."
Seth lifted the dinner-box out of the buckboard. Suddenly Rosebud"s face cleared.